Cold Sweat, New Moon

"A Darklord is a vampiric lycanthrope, whose change is triggered only by one thing... the sight of blood. When shifted, we possess legendary levels of stamina and agility, and generally speaking, we change when the thirst forces us to feed. Upon detachment from the victim, we shift. I had heard rumors of Darklords in Ravenloft, but never did I think them true. I guess when that wolf bit me last night, it had other intentions for me than to kill me. I was recovering from the blow when I was struck by a figure in black and drained unto unconsciousness... or... death apparently. He gave me one warning, but the words are still blurry for me. I don't know why he let me live, but... here i stand before you."

He got a wiff of something on the air, and his head jerked to the side. he crouched low, and the spikes on his armor began to glow with an eerie red light. He growled at Exile, "This time, you wait. I have to investigate this secretively. If I need you, I'll howl." Before Exile had a chance to respond, Lucas had leaped nearly 50 feet up onto the roof of a nearby building, and was off through the night air tracking the vaguely dead smell. It was faint, like the smell of a cemetery, but there was probably not a cemetery for miles. It also smelled of earth, and it made him think of the zombies back in Ravenloft. He missed the terrifying misty land already, but he had to accept that there was no way to get back, and besides, he was a superior specimen here, where in Raavenloft, he would have to fight the will of the land. Little did he know the land still had its grip on him, and he would still bow to its power in a second.

[DungeonMaster]

Exile growled and turned back to his niche in the nearby alley. The reek of the fresh corpse was sure to deter the coming of any curious people. Exile felt safe, and as he began to relax, a light filled the alleyway. The people who came into the alley were officers sent to investigate the loud sounds that had alerted and awakened so many city dwellers. They did not look in Exile's direction, but rather followed the reek of the corpse. Behind them came a detective. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and he took a drag off of it. The embers from the cigarette illuminated the shady investigator's face.

The first officer followed the sounds of the buzzing flies that had discovered the corpse, and when he shined his light on the it, the second officer fled to the alley, stopping and vomitting at Exile's feet. He did not move, but rather, he watched and waited, in the hopes that they would not look his way. The detective pushed his way in past the first officer, and he put out his cigarette on the side of the building so that it wouldn't contaminate his crime scene. He pocketed the butt and examined the corpse closely. It had been abused by one thing or another... terribly. Th best guess the detective could give was that some creature had punctured the man's stomach and torn the innards out. it looked as if a few large, animal-like bites had been taken out of the innards, though the bite marks did not match anything he had ever seen before. The guts had been spread out across the ground around the nearby ground, but none of them were detached from one another, and they were still stuck together with tendons and flesh. The ground had a thick grime on it, a mixture of blood, saliva, and dirt, with a hint of something else. The throat of the body had been torn clean out, save for a section on the side where there was a human bite mark a four puncture holes in the neck. These holes were accompanied by a strange purple ring, and that was something he would have attributed to a blood drinker. This looked like the work of a werewolf as well as a vampire, but rarely would the two team together unless there was some greater malevolent force at work.

He began to snap photographs, and the second officer stopped vomitting, standing and calling in the report of what they had found. "Yeah... Jeanie... we found a body." he took a few steps and then yelled into his cellular phone, "I don't give a crap what you think about the use of reinforcements, this was a ritual killing! Do you hear me? This was like... ghouls or something. It's crazy. You gotta send somebody to help!" The detective walked up and snatched the phone from the second officer, appologizing to the lady on the other side of the line and walking out to the street on the side of the alley. He was talking about the crime scene, and the two police officers accompanied him to the road.

Exile took the opportunity to make a break for it. He ran as fast as he could across the alley, but did not take into account that his steps were barreling, grating, and noisy. The officers turned around and saw a brief glimpse of him at a dead run. "Halt!" Yelled the first officer. This only made him run faster, and soon enough, he was being pursued down the alleyway. "This is your last warning! Stop, in the name of the law!" That remark got a smack on the back of the head from the detective, who unholstered his gun and began to fire at Exile. the officers followed suit, and soon, a hail of bullets was coming down on Exile. The bullets that hit him punctured the first layer of rock, but they were smelted into his core, and they did not pop out the other side. He took a sudden turn when the opportunity arose, and he began to bang on the side of the apartment beuilding he had sought shelter behind. The building side came down in ruins, exposing a few homes within, and worried, scared people looked out the gaping hole in their homes down at Exile. He used the cover of the smoke and the obstacle of rubble to flee. And there were screams from above, "Look mommy! A demon!" "What the hell is it, Matt?" "It's an abomination unto the Lord!" He had to find Lucas. Suddenly, sirens began to go off all around, and he could hear a loud, rhythmic chopping sound. lights began to hit the sides of buildings, and several helecopters passed overhead. He knew this was nowhere near over.

[Jade]

"Call off the helicopters. He's not you're killer."
Jade stepped from the shadows. She was dressed in a short black skirt, with a white peasant blouse and red corset. She wore black knee length high helled boots. Despite her short stature her presence was commanding, then again she was a queen. The detectives knew her as an expert in the other side of New Haven and they knew her as Kat. She knelt near the corpse her odd yellow green eyes missing nothing.
"What do you think?"

[Kyra]

"Smells are off."
Kyra drifted from the shadows as well. Seeming to move without sound, her presence making the humans nervous. There was something about her. She was more predator with them as prey. She wore black leather pants with black boots and a black long sleeve shirt with the zipper pulled low. Knives and daggers adorned her wrists , waist, and legs. She had two guns with on the outside of her thighs.
"It's not possible what I'm getting. Even in New Haven this is odd."

Lucas jumped down into the shadows just outside the circle of illumination under the street lamp. There was a man in a trench coat standing there shadily. He cast a glance at the red glow from Lucas's eyes and his eyes grew wide. Lucas could smell his sweat... his fear. He didn't want to kill, but he felt so very hungry. his hands were shaking, blood from his last kill still dripped from his mouth. The man in the trenchcoat took a step back and pleaded, "Please... no..." Lucas stepped into the light, his blackened armor gleaming under the street light. He coudn't control himself, and he heard the evil laugher of Ravenloft in his head. He begged it not to make him do what he knew he was about to do, and then he watched himself tear the man under the street light apart. He couldn't do anything to stop it. The man screamed and fought s hard as he could, but it was no use. All that was left of this corpse was a skeleton with a head on it and a puddle of torn flesh under the spine. The legs and waist were left uintouched, as they were with the other body. He gained control again, and the cold laughter of the evil land filled him head.

[DungeonMaster]

Exile ran headlong into the light of the street lamp, stepping into the puddle of the corpse Lucas had made. He looked down when he heard the cracking of bone under his feet, and when he realized there was a corpse, he suddenly noticed Lucas. He grated, "Lucas, what have you done?"

[Jade]

Her head wiped around. The blood here had a distinct scent. She smelled fresh blood nearby. Kyra would probably scent it even more than Jade did. Jade looked up.
"WE've got this officers. Thank you. You may go."
That said she stood and moved quickly towards the new kill.

[Kyra]

Kyra had already faded back into the shadoows nad became mist. She streemed towards the new kill, reforming right behind Lucas. A gun was pressed to the back of his head. Her scent floated to him, she smelled of the rain and night. It was very tempting that scent. There was no smell of blood on her despite the fact that she was a vampire. But when she spoke it was her voice that had one imagining silk sheets and long nights. Her voice was pure sex.
"This gun is loaded with a silver bullets......."
She pressed another one to his spine.
"This one contains UV bullets. Judging from your scent which through me at first you're so sort of hybrid vampire werewolf. I figure either bullet will work, but I'll use both just to make sure."

[DungeonMaster]

"Lucas..." Exile spoke. "Don't move. We can't let you kill again." Their eyes would meet, adnd he lookes to Kyra, "Please, understand... he carries a curse that you could not possibly understand. He is not himself."

"You can't kill a Darklord." He growled. "Legends tell of Darklords dying and having their bodies reform elsewhere. I don't want to be doing these things. I want to keep control of myself, but... please... understand... I am nt myself. I have been a man for most of my life. Last night, I was attacked... twice. First, I was bitten by a wolf. I didn't suspect it, but... it was a werewolf. As I lay there, weakened from my first battle and bandaging my wounds... the second attacker came. His voice sounded much like yours when he spoke, thought when i would turn to look at him, I would hear a rush of wind, and there would be no body there. He drained my blood until I lost all sense of time or danger, until I could no longer hold open my eyes. And then... the night came, and with it, rose a mist. The next thing I knew, I was in the city. I smelled blood, and I couldn't help myself. I was weakened... thirsty. I arose from the ground... and there... there it was... the first of my victims. Judging by your reaction, you've already seen him. I do not deserve death... but I do not deserve life either." He hung his head, and Kyra would be able to ote the chinks in his armor, which he purposefully exposed. "If you kill me, you'll never find the other undead that came through. I wasn't alone in the mist... and Strahd would be much more concern than me. If anything, I'd help you slay him and then gladly eat as many bullets as you would feed me."